"I haven't either, but that's probably pretty obvious," Derek says, wrinkling his nose a bit and huffing out a laugh. "I don't even know where to start. I sort of-- I don't know."

He isn't even sure if he wants to be adventurous. When it comes to sex, Derek's tastes run pretty vanilla, with the obvious werewolf caveat. Just him, one other person, and a bed. Or the forest floor. Maybe a little rough, with a lingering sort of afterglow. That's what he wants.

"I'm glad. Just-- be safe," Derek says, cheeks flushing slightly as he reaches up to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck. Thinking of Barry sleeping with faceless other people makes him want to squirm, but he can't really put a name to the emotion. "Be happy."